There is fire, and there is pain, red-hot and scorching and all-consuming, burning up through her veins. She tumbles into darkness, all the way to Hala and then back, and the voice of the authority that governs to them calls to her. Minn-Erva, Minn-Erva, wake up.
She opens her eyes, and sees. Galaxies whirl before her eyes, time warping as reality unmakes and remakes itself before her eyes, a thousand dreams of knowledge blurring through her. And there—
There, glowing bright with the power of universes, lightning crackling untapped beneath a fierce radiance, is Vers.
Minn-Erva-who-was thinks, Vers will pay.